Purrrfect was tired of having to explain, no, she was not Frank Sinatra or Judy Collins in spite of those arresting blue eyes. She couldn’t sing a lick; in fact, her yeowling sounded like a child being punished. Hers was not a career in music . . .

The dog had a name and got to come in and be with people. The cat wasn’t called by any name, she was just the “cat.” She didn’t get to come in either–some nonsense about “allergies.” Her lawyer suggested suing the dog for alienation of affection.